"Umm, yeah, The bus is about to come, see you later."
Tammy Places her hand on your shoulder, and you look into her melancholy eyes.
"glad to see you have more courage than I did. I ALWAYS begged mom to take me to school she was home, so it makes me so proud to see how much of a thicker skin you have then I did... Hell, even then I have now. but trust me, it gets way better for us after high school".
She takes a moment to take her breath, as if she just prepared the first half of your pre-game work-out. "Keep in mind, only four more years of this. It gets so much better after that! Love you!" She kisses your cheek "I really am proud of you". She walks our squeezing past the front door.
Huh? You love school, this makes no sense to you.
You jiggle up stairs, huffing and puffing along the way, to get dressed for school. Even if your a fat girl now, it's not like you can go in your pajamas.
As you enter your room for the second time, with all senses in tact, you now have a moment to take in your surroundings.
Your room, it sure looks sure looks... different...
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